It's Complicated
My first child was born a few days before Mother’s Day. I remember that Mother’s Day so clearly. I was just in awe of his tiny, perfect...
What Am I Saying?
Today is my firstborn’s ninth birthday. Nine. I swear I was pregnant with him for nine years; the actual past nine years have flown by....
Good Guys, Bad Guys, and So Many Questions
Whenever we read a book or watch a movie together, my kids have one question. Actually, they have thousands upon thousands of questions,...
Liminal Space
I have this quote on a chalkboard in my house that says, “No matter how long the winter, spring is soon to follow.” Baloney. This winter...
When Words Fail
I am a words person. I love the written word and the spoken word. I love listening to people say the words and I love saying them...
Slow, Slow
This winter I fell in love with tea. My love affair with coffee runs long and deep, but my love for tea is new and exciting. It sounds a...
One Small Story
I’ve had some disheartening interactions lately. None of them have been a big deal, but they’ve all reminded me that the world is not as...
Grounding
I have this random but remarkably clear memory from my teenage years. I was sitting at the dining room table, crying over some...
Quiet Work
When I was little I had visions of stardom. I can remember being six or seven and standing in front of the bathroom mirror, pretending...
A Wall I Can't Climb
It’s not that the first thirty years of my life were perfectly charmed. I had my share of struggles and heartbreak and hard times. ...
